Yesterday someone shared a reflection that went like this, "if you find yourself not wanting to get out of bed in the morning and face your life, you need to change something in your life." While I agree to some degree, I also disagree. I immediately thought of Viktor Frankl and his book "Man's Search for Meaning."
If a man in a concentration camp can find meaning and a reason for living, surely those of us who are feeling trapped in our mundane lives of working 9-5 pm and spending evenings and weekends with household chores, friends and hobbies can find a way to find meaning, happiness and joy.
When we travel or go through an experience that pulls us from our day-to-day responsibilities, we enjoy the luxury of prioritizing the things we want to do, rather than the things that need doing. When we return home, we think about cutting the grass, at least until we dedicate the time to doing it. We through the motions of our responsibilities completely disconnected from whether we are getting any sense of fulfillment from it.
The problem is not the tasks themselves. The problem is our disconnection from why we have agreed to these responsibilities.
Having returned from my travels in Colorado, the home of my heart, and returning from my sons' graduation, I look at my yard, the east coast fog, the potential routes I could climb this summer, and ask myself why I am living here. Is it because I love living here? Or is it attached to something that is now past?